"However, in the hidden fastness of Giantland, in the very shadow of
the legendary Gonn Orta, there sits a certain Morocanth who styles
himself "Mr. Greatness". After a drinking bout of epic proportions
(in which I held my own, I might add), Mr. Greatness let slip the
secret of the Morocanth's victory, as the Morocanth tell it amongst
themselves. Mr. Greatness is virtually unique amongst the Morocanth,
for he alone possesses a Thumb; he is very proud of this Thumb, and
hubristically proud. Though it was hard to make out his every word
(owing to his condition, as well as his anatomy), Mr. Greatness
revealed that Waha drew lots to decide who would choose the contest
that determined who would be the eater, and who would be the eaten.
The two-legs won the right to choose. When they revealed their
choice of contests, the wise and wily Morocanth founder perceived
that he and his people were doomed to failure unless he could even
the odds somewhat. So he quested far and wide, until he found a
sympathetic spirit of great power. In exchange for certain promises
(which Mr. Greatness either did not know or chose not to reveal), the
spirit gifted the Founder with secret weapon. Gleefully, the
Morocanth founder bounded across the plains in time for Waha's great
contest: thumb wrestling.
"Of course, the Morocanth won the contest, which astonished and
angered the Two-Legsof the other tribes. They accused the
four-legged Morocanth of cheating, and the Morocanth accused the
two-legs of rigging the contests in their favor. So Waha decreed
that the two wrongs cancelled each other out; however, the Morocanth
founder was not permitted to pass his thumb on to his people. Ever
after, among the Morocanth, only the two-legged ones have thumbs
(unless the four-legged ones follow the Path of the Founder and win a
thumb of their own)."
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